9 years ago
A cute update:
The other day I finally managed to visit Klein's in Melbourne. It was heavenly. The shop assistants were both knowledgeable and generous, spraying samples of what I asked for and also what they thought I'd enjoy. I was able to knock out some perfumes I was curious about ("Timbuktu" was a bit too fresh for me to wear often) and decide that others were 100% for my buy list (Tokyo Milk's "Bulletproof" will be mine ASAP!)
Anyway, my SO knew how long I was likely to spend indulging my nose so at first he went to browse other stores on the street. He eventually came back and watched, much amused. I don't get out much and it has been a stressful day of getting things done in the CBD so not only was I in my element, my happiness was infectious. "Like a kid in a proverbial store."
Just as we were about to leave (read: I had to drag myself away) I said, "Hey, let me find a perfume for you to try!" At first I looked seriously, thinking, hmm, what will he really enjoy? There were so many brands to choose from. But then I spied the Demeter range! Haha!
I have tried to explain Demeter's shtick to him before but I don't think he quite believed how close to the mark their scents can get, so when I prayed some "Pizza" on his wrist, he went from dubious to amazed to bewildered. We laughingly agreed that while it was a perfect impression of margherita pizza (slightly burnt cheese, doughy crust and italian herbs) he didn't particularly want to smell like a pizza!